The Eldest Daughter of a Rural Family-Chapter 34 - Want to Drink Chicken Soup (1)_1

Pei Qin sized up the person’s attire and temperament—who wore a silk-lined jacket.

The small old man seemed quite spirited as he patted the firewood, “This is specifically chopped dry firewood from my mountain, thoroughly dry, from the very best of poplar trees.

I’ve carried it from several miles away—eight wen money!”

Eight wen money was indeed a bit expensive, but what if someone just happened to give it!

The old man sized up Pei Qin, whose little face was sweaty from exhaustion and heat, “Seeing as you’re a young girl, it can’t be easy for you.

Others charge six wen money for two big bundles, I’ll give you seven wen money!”

“Thank you, elder!” Pei Qin, pleased with his straightforward manner, thanked him readily and sold him the two large bundles of firewood.

Holding the seven wen money, Pei Qin clicked her tongue, “All that work for two days and I turn into a ghost, just for these few coins.” Seeing the booth selling meat buns, she spent two wen money on a couple to treat herself.

If she didn’t eat, she feared she truly wouldn’t make it back to the village.

Once back, she still had to go up the mountain to chop more firewood to bring back home as a cover.

When Pei Qin, half dead with fatigue, dragged a large tree branch back home, she found the household bustling and the yard filled with delicious scents.

Pei Wenlee, who had been visiting their grandmother, had also returned.

“Oh!

Sister, have you been out chopping wood?

You’ve been gone the whole morning!” Pei Wenlee was a year younger than Pei Qin, thirteen this year.

Though she was said to be a year younger, she was actually born in January and Pei Qin in August, making her only a few months younger.

She inherited their mother’s short stature, not as tall and slender as Pei Qin, but she was plump and wore fine clothes.

She never worked, and her idle hands, cracking melon seeds, were even more delicate than Pei Qin’s.

Even her face, which looked like their mother’s—with a sharp chin, triangular eyes, and pale complexion—had four or five dark moles scattered around her small face.

Yet, even with this appearance, Lady Chen fretted that Qian Dog might fancy her.

When appraising Pei Qin, she had sent Pei Wenlee away to her grandmother’s house.

Pei Qin gave her a cold glance, not bothering to respond, and dragged the large tree branch to the backyard.

Pei Houli saw and hurriedly followed, “I can handle it!

Da Ya, go wash your face!

There are some sunflower seeds ready for you to eat!”

“We’re eating meat today for lunch!” Si Ya came over and whispered to her, “How much did you sell for?”

Before Pei Qin had a chance to speak, Lady Zhu, her face blooming with smiles, called her over, “Da Ya!

Come in quickly after you wash your face!”

Lady Chen also smiled and beckoned her.

In the house sat Old Pei, Qian Dog, Grandma Qian, and another woman who looked like a matchmaker, along with two other women who seemed to be daughters-in-law, invited to entertain the guests.

Pei Qin glanced over, expressionless, washed her face, and went to look for Lady Fang in the kitchen.

She was busy cooking, having just plucked a freshly killed chicken, which was now waiting to be gutted.

San Ya was tending to the pot and picking vegetables, while Pei Wendong was nibbling on some desserts.

Lady Chen had been praising Pei Qin like a rare flower, boasting about her needlework and cooking skills.

Today, they were all eager to see Pei Qin’s culinary talent.